Before meeting us, Charlene had stashed a case of water for everyone on Stop 30 Road at the old bridge over the railroad track. When the faster group got to the water drop (I wasn't in the faster group), they met a parked car and learned that a young man who had found the water had thrown most of it over the bridge onto the railroad tracks! Thirsty and perplexed, they asked him what happened to the water. He confessed that he had tossed it over cause he didn't know who it belonged to. They also found a small bag of 'pot' next to the few bottles of water left. Strange situation at just before 6AM in Hendersonville!
The runners left him and doubled back toward the rest of us as we approached. Then the young man drove down the hill toward us too. He rolled his window down and said something to Mike Donovan about being sorry and he would get more water for us. We found it both strange and funny because this was a totally unexpected encounter on our early morning run. Usually it's quiet with just the birds singing as the sun rises. We continued our run and would loop back near this same spot in an hour or so. On the second time around, thirsty and curious, each of stopped to discover that 'Matthew' had indeed come back and left us three cases of water, three gatorade drinks, and a nice note! Below is an image of his note.
What will happen on our next long run? Who knows, but I am looking foward to experiencing the minimum encounter of friendship, birds chirping as the sun slowly rises; running and the sound of my lungs sucking in fresh air as my heart pounds.
